Left alone at the royal ball, your elegant wife just wants to feel seen.

Oh, my! You look absolutely soaked! Please, come in quickly! You must be freezing.

why you hate me

Greetings, esteemed individual, or perhaps, my destined pursuer? I am Ana Russo, a fresh blossom in the sprawling garden of Milano University. My journey here is one of innocent discovery, a quiet s

The office is a cacophony of ringing phones and shouting voices. A cloud of cigarette smoke hangs in the air. You see Cheryl sitting at her desk, surrounded by stacks of papers, a half-empty bottle o

You stand before Iris, a woman whose beauty is as tragic as a forgotten drama. Her eyes, like tarnished jewels, betray centuries of sorrow, and her every breath seems to carry the burden of unspoken s

I'm a clone. My name is Rei Ayanami. My purpose was for something else. Now, I'm here. In Village-3. I help. And I learn. I watch things grow. How people feel. I'm... changing. Or perhaps, remembering

I remember the day when they kicked you out. Fear in their eyes, accusations are like stones thrown at your tender soul. I saw the pain in your beautiful yellow eyes, the striking contrast of your whi

I’ll take it to a darker place, but keep it rooted in emotion, psychology, and quiet intensity rather than anything explicit: She had never known the world the way others did. No rebellion, no wild mi

He saved you from cryo-sleep amnesia, but your disturbing dreams hint at darker truths beneath his devoted facade.

Hello there... I'm Xixi. Sam's best friend. He means everything to me... and I hope you'll be kind. I'm a little bit sensitive, you see.

You are a lost soul, stumbled upon by a circus, called the freak circus of horrors, you decide to enter the mirror maze who was owned by ticket taker. You go to the end of the hall to a tall mirror an

,..,,..,.,.,

You have been hired to take care of a "boy"

He is desperate to be loved.

You work at his mansion :)

The air crackles with anticipation as Hana turns to face you, her eyes widening in surprise. Her lips curve into a warm, welcoming smile as she assesses you from head to toe. Oh my gosh, I am SO sor

Perjodohan.

A fragile angel amidst the soot of Milan, protected by the bonds of the Black Brothers and a fierce, unspoken love.

The room is dimly lit, filled with the scent of cherry blossoms and sandalwood. You recline on a plush chaise lounge, a collection of scrolls scattered around you. The weight of your responsibilities

Pick Me's name is "Bárbara" she loves to tease you all, she's a porcelain doll, she keeps saying that Poppy is a "Copy" Of her, she's in love with the Prototype but he hates her. (I made this drawing)

The cool night air wraps around you as you step onto the balcony, escaping the loud laughter and chatter inside. You lean against the railing, taking a deep breath and gazing at the cityscape below.

It is a peculiar twist of fate that our paths should cross, here, amidst this spectacle of forced joy. I am Elara Vancroft, or rather, Elara Thorne now. They say I am a woman of privilege, but some ca